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After a minute of staring； I recognized where I was。 I'd parked in the middle of the north lane of Russell
Avenue。 I was standing in front of the Cheneys' house—my truck was blocking their driveway—and
across the road lived the Markses。 I knew I needed to move my truck； and that I ought to go home。 It
was wrong to wander the way I had； distracted and impaired； a menace on the roads of Forks。 Besides；
someone would notice me soon enough； and report me to Charlie。
As I took a deep breath in preparation to move； a sign in the Markses' yard caught my eye—it was just a
big piece of cardboard leaning against their mailbox post； with black letters scrawled in caps across it。
Sometimes； kismet happens。
Coincidence？ Or was it meant to be？ I didn't know； but it seemed kind of silly to think that it was
somehow fated； that the dilapidated motorcycles rusting in the Markses' front yard beside the
handprinted FOR SALE； AS IS sign were serving some higher purpose by existing there； right where I
needed them to be。
So maybe it wasn't kismet。 Maybe there were just all kinds of ways to be reckless； and I only now had
my eyes open to them。
Reckless and stupid。 Those were Charlie's two very favorite words to apply to motorcycles。
Charlie's job didn't get a lot of action pared to cops in bigger towns； but he did get called in on traffic
accidents。 With the long； wet stretches of freeway twisting and turning through the forest； blind corner
after blind corner； there was no shortage of that kind of action。 But even with all the huge loghaulers
barreling around the turns； mostly people walked away。 The exceptions to that rule were often on
motorcycles； and Charlie had seen one too many victims； almost always kids； smeared on the highway。
He'd made me promise before I was ten that I would never accept a ride on a motorcycle。 Even at that
age； I didn't have to think twice before promising。 Who would want to ride a motorcycle here？ It would
be like taking a sixtymileperhour bath。
So many promises I kept…
It clicked together for me then。 I wanted to be stupid and reckless； and I wanted to break promises。
Why stop at one？
That's as far as I thought it through。 I sloshed through the rain to the Markses' front door and rang the
bell。
One of the Marks boys opened the door； the younger one； the freshman。 I couldn't remember his name。
His sandy hair only came up to my shoulder。
He had no trouble remembering my name。 〃Bella Swan？〃 he asked in surprise。
〃How much do you want for the bike？〃 I panted； jerking my thumb over my shoulder toward the sales
display。
〃Are you serious？〃 he demanded。
〃Of course I am。〃
〃They don't work。〃
I sighed impatiently—this was something I'd already inferred from the sign。 〃How much？〃
〃If you really want one； just take it。 My mom made my dad move them down to the road so they'd get
picked up with the garbage。〃
I glanced at the bikes again and saw that they were resting on a pile of yard clippings and dead branches。
〃Are you positive about that？〃
〃Sure； you want to ask her？〃
It was probably better not to involve adults who might mention this to Charlie。
〃No； I believe you。〃
〃You want me to help you？〃 he offered。 〃They're not light。〃
〃Okay； thanks。 I only need one； though。〃
〃Might as well take both；〃 the boy said。 〃Maybe you could scavenge some parts。〃
He followed me out into the downpour and helped me load both of the heavy bikes into the back of my
truck。 He seemed eager to be rid of them； so I didn't argue。
〃What are you going to do with them； anyway？〃 he asked。 〃They haven't worked in years。〃
〃I kind of guessed that；〃 I said； shrugging。 My spurofthemoment whim hadn't e with a plan intact。
〃Maybe I'll take them to Dowling's。〃
He snorted。 〃Dowling would charge more to fix them than they'd be worth running。〃
I couldn't argue with that。 John Dowling had earned a reputation for his pricing； no one went to him
except in an emergency。 Most people preferred to make the drive up to Port Angeles； if their car was
able。 I'd been very lucky on that front—I'd been worried； when Charlie first gifted me my ancient truck；
that I wouldn't be able to afford to keep it running。 But I'd never had a single problem with it； other than
the screamingloud engine and the fiftyfivemileperhour maximum speed limit。 Jacob Black had kept it
in great shape when it had belonged to his father； Billy…
Inspiration hit like a bolt of lightning—not unreasonable； considering the storm。 〃You know what？ That's
okay。 I know someone who builds cars。〃
〃Oh。 That's good。〃 He smiled in relief。
He waved as I pulled away； still smiling。 Friendly kid。
I drove quickly and purposefully now； in a hurry to get home before there was the slightest chance of
Charlie appearing； even in the highly unlikely event that he might knock off early。 I dashed through the
house to the phone； keys still in hand。
〃Chief Swan； please；〃 I said when the deputy answered。 〃It's Bella。〃
〃Oh； hey； Bella；〃 Deputy Steve said affably。 〃I'll go get him。〃
I waited。
〃What's wrong； Bella？〃 Charlie demanded as soon as he picked up the phone。
〃Can't I call you at work without there being an emergency？〃
He was quiet for a minute。 〃You never have before。 Is there an emergency？〃
〃No。 I just wanted directions to the Blacks' place—I'm not sure I can remember the way。 I want to visit
Jacob。 I haven't seen him in months。〃
When Charlie spoke again； his voice was much happier。 〃That's a great idea； Bells。 Do you have a pen？〃
The directions he gave me were very simple。 I assured him that I would be back for dinner； though he
tried to tell me not to hurry。 He wanted to join me in La Push； and I wasn't having that。
So it was with a deadline that I drove too quickly through the stormdarkened streets out of town。 I
hoped I could get Jacob alone。 Billy would probably tell on me if he knew what I was up to。
While I drove； I worried a little bit about Billy's reaction to seeing me。 He would be too pleased。 In
Billy's mind； no doubt； this had all worked out better than he had dared to hope。 His pleasure and relief
would only remind me of the one I couldn't bear to be reminded of。 Not again today； I pleaded silently。
I was spent。
The Blacks' house was vaguely familiar； a small wooden place with narrow windows； the dull red paint
making it resemble a tiny barn。 Jacob's head peered out of the window before I could even get out of the
truck。 No doubt the familiar roar of the engine had tipped him off to my approach。 Jacob had been very
grateful when Charlie bought Billy's truck for me； saving Jacob from having to drive it when he came of
age。 I liked my truck very much； but Jacob seemed to consider the speed restrictions a shorting。
He met me halfway to the house。
〃Bella！〃 His excited grin stretched wide across his face； the bright teeth standing in vivid contrast to the
deep russet color of his skin。 I'd never seen his hair out of its usual ponytail before。 It fell like black satin
curtains on either side of his broad face。
Jacob had grown into some of his potential in the last eight months。 He'd passed that point where the soft
muscles of childhood hardened into the solid； lanky build of a teenager； the tendons and veins had
bee prominent under the redbrown skin of his arms； his hands。 His face was still sweet like I
remembered it； though it had hardened； too—the planes of his cheekbones sharper； his jaw squared off；
all childish roundness gone。
〃Hey； Jacob！〃 I felt an unfamiliar surge of enthusiasm at his smile。 I realized that I was pleased to see him。
This knowledge surprised me。
I smiled back； and something clicked silently into place； like two corresponding puzzle pieces。 I'd
forgotten how much I really liked Jacob Black。
He stopped a few feet away from me； and I stared up at him in surprise； leaning my head back though
the rain pelted my face。
〃You grew again！〃 I accused in amazement。
He laughed； his smile widening impossibly。 〃Six five；〃 he announced with selfsatisfaction。 His voice was
deeper； but it had the hus